Author's Note: OMG guys. I'm SO sorry for the late update. I had promised someone after a request to keep up, that I would post within a weeks time. I'd like to apologize to them, they know who they are. I have been working on this story for months, but all these ideas just kept popping up and I had to write them down until I had an array of papers around my desk. So many scenes for different timelines for the story. Piecing them to actually flow has been a struggle but its worth it. I promise to never leave a author's note without a chapter. That is a promise I can keep. All I can say that I will follow the show somewhat, but will change a few things here and there.I love the plot of the show and all, but I also like to be creative. I will try to keep the characters in, well in character. SO thank you all for sticking with me and waiting so patiently. Hope you enjoy.
Plz critique as much as you can. Just to let you know I don't have a beta or anything. It's all me, the writer, editor, and smut machine (which will come soon).
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the shirt on my back and my OC.
As the oldest and obviously most experienced in life, he took it upon himself to guide his small group, his family, and keep them from dying. Daryl, Mac, and even the small spic they found on the side of the road about a month ago, were his to protect. That girl was very interesting. Waltzing into their lives and handling well against the Dixon men's notorious strong personalities. What a spitfire that one is, thinking she can control not just one Dixon but two of them bastards. She doesn't know what she's in for. Merle laughs to himself, he couldn't wait for the show those three were going to give.
He wasn't an idiot; he could see the sexual tension between the three. Both Mac and Daryl were interested in the girl. One had no balls to make a move and the other was...well…Mac. It wasn't a secret that Mac was a dick, hell what Dixon man wasn't, but Mac was someone to worry about. He shakes his head. It's the end of the world and men were still fighting over pussy, now more than ever. They were going to have a problem when running into other survivors especially now that they had a woman with them. Thoughts of what could or would happen when the time comes had him thinking of how this new world was changing them and how far they would go to stay alive.
'Bring it on fuckers.'
Leah was still a little tense from her earlier encounter with Mac. He was becoming increasingly rougher and she started to notice the usual lust filled look in his eyes have become more crazed and slightly raged. No doubt Daryl was the cause of such hostility. She had made it her personal mission to get under Daryl's skin and slowly bring him out of his comfort zone and help him build a bit of confidence; giving him small hints that she would not reject him. Mac's jealousy was a plus for her though, shows his interest in her even if she already knew it. Still, she tried to keep to simple flirting even when he would try to seduce her and dammit if he wasn't succeeding. Not to mention the damn heat was not helping with her sexual frustration. There was no escaping the Georgian sun. She was melting. Her minimal clothing consisted of 3 pairs of jeans, a handful of panties and socks, a bra, and a couple of t-shirts. None would relieve her of the unforgivable heat. How those Dixon boys moved around like it didn't affect them baffled her. She was from Texas and it got just as hot as Georgia, but she always had the luxury of air conditioning. A sweating Leah was an unhappy Leah and at this point she would do whatever she could to freshen up since taking a dip in the pond was a no-go. Her boys had all gone out to do one thing or another and left her to herself in camp, but not without giving her strict orders to not step foot out of camp. She would have disregarded them if not for the meaningful looks the three threw at her; laughable if they weren't so serious. There was no way she could handle all three of their tempers.
She felt another sweat drop into her cleavage.
'To hell with this…'
She jumped out of Merle's cheap lawn chair and rushed into Daryl's tent. Her eyes scanned the area until she spotted the rolled up pouch hiding under his pillow. She knew exactly what was inside, having helped him care of its contents. She grabbed the best tool for the job; she was desperate. She practically skips back to her spot under the shade, having found salvation.
She takes the sharp bowie knife she makes to her thigh when a large calloused hand grabs her wrist and smacks the tool out of her palm.
"Whu' the fuck do ya doin' woman?!"
Mac's harsh voice had her trembling in fear. They had been traveling together for about a month and never had she seen such a menacing look from him. The usual pleasure she got when he would touch her did not surface. His grip on her wrist was painful and increased the longer she didn't answer him.
Her voice quivered, "I'm just so hot Mac." Her response was not what he expected, his anger subsiding but not fully gone as confusion took its place. His grip doesn't loosen. There would definitely be a bruise, not like he really cared. 'Bitch deserves it'. He was going to sneak up on her and hopefully get a good grope before his fucktard cousins got back and cock blocked him again. He was right behind her when he saw her raising Daryl's big ass knife to her thigh. 'Was the bitch tryin' to cut herself?'
"Fuck Mac, let go. You're hurting me!" Leah tries to get out of his grasp, but Mac was inhumanly strong. Another Dixon trait she has come to notice.
"The hell I will bitch." He brings his face closer to hers, "If ya wanted to git cut so bad, all ya had to do was ask." She knew he was serious after seeing the same lust hazed eyes. Leah wouldn't put it past Mac to be into some dirty kinks, but to be turned on by cutting her,…well, that was just…hot? 'Huh, guess you can learn something knew about yourself every day.'
Mac could practically smell the fear roll off her in waves but her obvious excitement was just as enticing. Licking his lips at the thought of making small incisions with his knife as she came around his dick had him harden. God Damn was she a freak. He didn't understand why she didn't just succumb to him and let him fuck her stupid. She clearly wanted to and he made it known to her time and time again that he was gladly up for it. If only his dimwit cousin would back off and let him enjoy his woman. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Leah's raised voice.
"Mac! I said let go. I wasn't doin' anything. Jus' gonna' cut my jeans into shorts."
"Whu's goin' on 'ere?" Mac sighed at Daryl's entrance. He scoffs. 'Of course he would show up to the rescue.'
"Nothin'. Jus' caught us at a bad time." Leah rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything further. Her wrist was throbbing and didn't feel like pushing Mac any more than she already has.
For the next fifteen minutes Leah got to work at cropping her jeans into suitable short shorts with Mac volunteering of course.
"Don' want it to come out crooked do ya Lee?" He snickers but she allows him to help because for one, it was too hot to argue and two, she enjoyed his large hands on her. She always had been a glutton for punishment.
Daryl watched as his cousin practically molested Leah. He had to wonder if that was how he and Leah would look like to anybody watching. He and Mac did look alike, with a few different details but similar nonetheless, so it wasn't difficult to picture him and Leah being as intimate. He felt himself twitch at the provocative images appearing in his mind of Leah allowing him to grip her smooth firm thighs, hovering so close to her round ass. What he would get to sink his teeth into those round globes. The familiar stirring in his lower belly was a sign that he needed to get his mind out of the gutter. Lowering his eyes and feeling ashamed for his wicked thoughts. If their female companion only knew what he thought of her, she would be disgusted. Leah doesn't want anything to do with him; she just liked to tease him, it's what she did. Her slight touches and hooded eyes from across the camp fire were just delusions his mind conjured up. No one wanted no-good Daryl Dixon.
Old defenses rose. He would not fall victim to some girl's games. 'Fuckin' cunt and 'er mind games. Let Mac 'ave a go at 'er. Nuthin' but trouble tha' broad 's anyways.' Despite his thoughts, he knew deep down he didn't want to give up on the woman. He wasn't in love with her or anything, nah that shit is for pussys. Dixons aint pussys. He was attracted to her, that he couldn't deny. What red blooded male could deny a full figured woman with a hot temper and exotic features?
"Ya know Mac, ya don't gotta be at eye level with my ass" Leah laughs as Mac gives her posterior a firm grab.
"Whu' I'm jus' makin' sure it's a firm fit. Don' wanna show off too much ass do ya? Not tha' I mind, but ya are in a camp full of men." He winks, as if he really cared about her modesty. If he had his way, she'd be walking around camp naked. Well, not camp, but his tent.
Daryl watches as the two go back and forth with their flirtation. He wished he could be that way with her without feeling the insecurity he has developed since childhood. He was brought out of his musing by Leah's question directed at him.
"What do ya think Dare, too short?" She turns so he could see the back view of her cut off shorts.
'A freebie to check out her backside? Fuck yeah.'
Not wanting to seem too excited he gives a nonchalant reply, "its ok," before resuming sharpening a stick for a replacement bolt.
'Just okay, Daryl?' Leah couldn't hide her disappointment. Feeling a bit self-conscious and a bit slutty after his roundabout response, Leah shrugs it off. She shouldn't let his indifference bother her so much or make her feel self-conscious, but it didn't make it hurt any less. She had her back to Mac so he did not see Leah's sullen look. Wrapping a heavy arm around her neck, he brings her closer to him.
"Don' worry 'bout 'im Leah. He wouldn't know what to do with a woman even if she landed naked on his lap an' wetter than a wetback's rear-end." He smirks down at Daryl.
He knew he shouldn't confront Mac, nothing ever ended well when they were at odds. But… he was tired of Mac's shit. He could only take so much ridicule and emasculation in front of Leah before enough was enough.
"Really Mac? Wasn't yer ol' man a border hopper?" He was satisfied when Mac's grin was wiped off his mug, but it only lasted a few moments.
"So?" Leah's voice raised, her earlier mood forgotten with racial slurs being thrown around their camp. "Did ya dumb fucks ever think that it's not nice to belittle someone's origins especially when they are right in front of ya?" They had forgotten of her Hispanic lineage.
Mac couldn't have planned it better himself. Leah was about to tear Daryl a new one. Soon she would be worked up and crawling into his cot. All he needed to do was lean back, relax, and see his socially awkward cousin dig himself into a deeper hole as usual. 'Damn. Wish I had a cold beer right about now', he was going to have to enjoy the show without. He sighs heavily at yet another thing he had taken for granted in the old world. He was startled out of his thoughts at the unexpected sound of Leah's giggles. Wasn't she bitching out his cousin? What the hell happened? Leah was practically on the floor, busting a gut from her laughter. What did he miss?
"Oh my god, Daryl. You shoulda' seen the look on your face. Fuckin' priceless." Merle had joined her laughing fit. He had to admit, Daryl looked spooked when the small woman turned her attention on him, but what really got him was Mac's look of surprise when he noticed Leah wasn't having a conniption over Daryl's racial slurs. "You can calm the fuck down Dixon. I'm not gonna' kick your ass." She wipes the small tears from her eyes. "Just watch your mouth around me next time. Don't wanna' hear that racist shit coming out of your pretty little mouth, k".
Mac couldn't believe it. She was supposed to blow her top, instead she's flirting and joking around with his backwoods cousin. Feeling a small, uncomfortable pang in his chest he heads to his tent.
"Hey. Goin' to sleep early Mac?" Her question had Merle's and Daryl's attention on him. He never turned in early or without one invite into his tent to Leah. 'Fukin' bitch never says yes.' "Got fuckin' heartburn or somethin'. See ya' assholes in the mornin'." He missed the worried glance Leah gave him as he entered his tent, but one Dixon didn't.
The next morning Leah noticed the camp was abnormally quiet. She could see Daryl gently cleaning his crossbow almost affectionately. The side of her mouth curved up slightly taking I the scene before her. "Do I gotta' worry about competition or are you just showing me what I've been missing?"
Used to her jokes about his care for his crossbow, he rolls his eyes, but couldn't hide the small tint in his cheeks. Seeing as he didn't take the bait, she finds a seat across from him to pick up one of his hunting knives laid on the tarp by their feet. She picks up one of his extra rags and starts to clean the knife carefully as possible. They sit in a comfortable silence, neither needing to fill the peace.
As they finish cleaning and maintaining their weapons, Leah's curiosity finally waned.
"So, where is everyone?" It wasn't odd for either man to leave for a questionable amount of hours, but seeing as neither took their bags nor water, she couldn't help but question the quieter Dixon. His reaction to her inquiry led to further questioning.
"How the fuck 'em I suppos' ta know? Ain't their goddamn keeper!" His anger shocked her. Not that it was unusual, but the fact that his eyes held a defensive gleam had her believing he wasn't being very honest with her. Instead of poking the bull, she raised her hands in mock surrender and decided to occupy herself with some chores to pass the time.
Daryl felt like an ass for yelling at her. She didn't deserve it, but he knew if he told her there would be drama and a whole lot of bullshit that he didn't feel up to dealing with. ' S'not like she won' figure it out later 'ny'ways', he thought. It was true; he also didn't want to be the one that told her, 'Rather 'ave 'er find out 'erself'. He knew what he was doing was right, but it still didn't help the guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Night came and still no sign of Merle or Mac returning. Having finished eating dinner that Daryl had caught, he ignored the questioning glances thrown his way by the female of the group. He will not budge; he will not say a word. And goddammit, he will not succumb to her or her she-devil ways. The sound of the fire crinkling in front of them rang loudly in his ears.
"Whu' the fuck do ya won' woman?!"
Leah held in her laughter and tried to keep a straight face. She knew she was irritating him and slowly bringing down his defences.
"What do ya mean, Daryl?"
He knew she was playing mind games with him, 'Trying to make me sing like a damn parakeet. Fuck No!' Instead of answering, he continued to ignore her. Pleading the fifth or some shit like that was the only option he had.
Leah sighs. The infamous Dixon stubbornness has revealed itself, the one that she has battled time and time again. 'We meet again, great foe'. It was clear that she wouldn't get a word out of Daryl, so she might as well give up for now and wait for the rest of the Dixon clan to return.
To his relief, Lead had given up her intimidations toward him.
'Bout time too, bitch was getting' on my last damn nerves'. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but he enjoyed her attention, even if it was to get him to snitch. What did that make him?
A large calloused hand moved down her side, stirring her from sleep, making its way up her thin camisole she wore to bed. A familiar heat lies behind her length, warming her body in more ways than one as a deep groan is heard when it then smooth flesh of her right breast is discovered. No bra.
Leah's breath became heavier, anxious with a hint of trepidation of what this could lead to. Rubbing her backside to his growing erection earned her a masculine grunt as he squeezed her breast harshly, only to be released as he flipped her on her back.
She didn't get to see her night visitor, but guessing by the tuff of hair on his head, there were only two possibilities of who it could be, she wouldn't complain about either one. He ravaged her neck with sharp snips and opened mouth kisses. His forwardness led her to believe it was Mac, but the scent of whiskey was heavy in the air, so it could have been Daryl. The more she thought about it, the more reluctant she was to continue. She didn't want to be either man's drunken booty call. Placing her hands on his head as his kisses ran down to her collar bone, she slowed his actions; eliciting a whine from the man. He went back to feverishly kissing her chest, ignoring her insistence to not go any further. Her resistance was quickly crumbling, but eventually gave in, as his warm mouth reached the sensitive nipple his hand was earlier assaulting.
'Oh , God.'
She could FEEL his smirk around her breast. If any of her past boyfriends had been so cocky she would have booted them out of her bed, but not a fuckin' Dixon. He felt so damn good. She grabs the greasy tuff of hair and pulls, needing to do something besides purr like a damn cat from his ministration. He growls around her breast and nips her nipple as punishment. To her surprise, she moans loudly. He must have been just surprised, if not more from her reaction, since he paused for a few breaths.
Hold up.
Did she really enjoy that?
She never knew that she would be into biting, but then again that must have been why she has never been sexually satisfied with her past lovers. She was a kink, or at least suspected she was, curiosity to find out won her over.
"Do it again", she demanded breathlessly.
She hears him growl, obviously turned on by what she was allowing him to do. Leah softly sighs as he bites her slightly harder.
"Harder". He does. She can feel his excitement grow. She moves her body against him; he grunts and releases the now wet and swollen nipple. It's her turn to whine as she aches for him to touch her, clenching her thighs together to help soothe her need. As if reading her mind, he moves his hand down her body and into her panties; feeling the damp spot that he was responsible for.
She feels his breathe catch. No doubt from the obvious confirmation that she was enjoying their session. Without a warning he picks her upper body up and with one arm around her, he grabs a breast; molding it in his palm. The other hand returns inside her wet panties. His breath coming out shallower and flexes a finger at the bundle of nerves hidden in her soft folds. His clumsy movements made her think he was drunker than she previously thought. Just as she was getting frustrated with his teasing, he inserted a finger in her waiting heat. His fingers weren't remarkably long but their thickness made up for it.
Oh, did they make up for it.
He moved his fingers timidly, moving sporadically. His head hung by hers, his warm breathe hitting the back of her ear, one of her favorite erogenous zones. He worked her slowly as he ground his hips to her ass, his erection nestling in her cheeks. Dry humping has never felt so good.
Then he stops.
Before she could object his withdrawal, he reenters.
"Oh, shiiiite". She bites her lip from making any further noise. It was like his previous ministrations were just him studying her. He was playing her like a damn fiddle, hitting the spots that made her stomach clench and toes curl. Sweat began to build at her hairline. The feel of his stiff dick aligned at her rear, and his finger moving about in her heat was getting to be too much. Leah couldn't help but ride his fingers as she reaches her climax.
He inserts another finger.
"Fuck", she almost draws blood as she bit her lip harder. He curls his fingers in a 'come hither' motion, his hips gyrating against her. She was hanging over the edge and if he knew that or not, she did not know. Hell, she almost couldn't remember her own name. She just needed that extra push to…
"Come fer me girl. All over my fuckin' fingers", his gravelly voice demanded. Her pants signaled she was near and before he realized what he was doing, he harshly pinches her nipple and bites where her neck and shoulders meet.
That was all it took.
"Da Da Daryllll", she pulls his hair and scratches his forearm, grasping onto any plane of reality. He growls at her actions, but doesn't say a word, still high from the endorphins being force of her orgasm was so strong,it had pushed out his fingers.
Leah turns to her side and off his arm, not caring that her top was still rolled up, exposing her abdomen and breasts. She just felt too good.
"Good night, Daryl." She had whispered tiredly, not like she was going to get an answer if the soft snoring beside her was any consideration. A small thought snuck into her head before she fell to sleep, one that was important but at the moment didn't seem to matter.
'Oh well. Deal with it tomorrow'.
And with that, she was out.
I once again want to apologize to everyone who waited for another chapter. Like I said, I have not given up on this story. Too many ideas and scenes of what I want to go with this story have been written. Just a matter of piecing them together. Already working on chapter 3. Thank you for your patience. Hope ya'll like it. And just so ya'll know I'll NEVER post an author's note without a chapter.
Plz let me know if I should go on or stop counting my chickens.
